Page 87 of Men in Shorts

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“You’ve got your passport, right?”Fergus asked in the corridor outside Evan’s door.

“Aye, for the thirty millionth time,” replied John. “It’s in my coat pocket.”

It was now half past six. Evan had beenthisclose to falling asleep when his ex and his new husband had left their room. He didn’t know how they were getting to the airport for their honeymoon flight to Spain. Their drive no doubt involved a very intrepid SUV.

They stopped close to Evan’s door. “Prove it,” Fergus said. “Show me.”

“Fine, just to humor you, it’s right…” John paused. “Oh my God, where did I put it? Did I leave it in Glasgow?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Yes! Haha, see?Voilà, monsieur, mon passport!Pretend I said that in Spanish.”

Fergus let out a whoosh of relief. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I do know it,” John said with a chortle. “I also know that’s why you love me.”

Evan shoved his pillow over his head to block the sound of kissing and soft murmurs. He never would have played that trick on Fergus, even for a second. He could always sense when Fergus was too tightly wound to be trifled with, and he’d tread carefully in those moments, waiting for the storm of irritability to pass.

But maybe Fergus needed someone whodidn’ttread carefully, someone who couldunwind him with a reminder not to take life so seriously.

Someone who wouldn’t wait.

Evan lunged out of bed and fumbled his way into his trousers and dress shirt. They were still a bit snow-damp, but he didn’t plan to wear them for long.

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Still lost in fantasy,Ben barely registered the sound of Fergus and John in the corridor outside his door. Their voices soon faded as they descended the stairs across the hall.

He brought his full focus back to the image of Evan here in his bed, their naked bodies pressed together, Evan’s masterful hand gripping both their cocks.

Ben would move down a wee bit, enough to reach around and trace the curve of Evan’s spine to his perfect arse, firm and soft in all the right places. Evan would moan against Ben’s hair, a mixture ofohandplease.

Here and now, Ben sucked on the middle finger of his right hand, wetting it thoroughly, just as he would do for Evan. Then he lifted one thigh the way he would lift Evan’s, granting himself access.

He would reach round again, this time parting Evan’s cheeks and approaching his waiting, willing hole.

“Aye,” Evan would whisper, shuddering, as Ben had done just now. Then he’d gasp, eyes widening as Ben touched him there, first with rapid flicks until he opened for him, then inserting just the tip.

“God…” Ben’s grasp on his cock tightened, just as Evan’s would do as Ben probed deeper. Evan’s hips would undulate, driving himself against Ben’s belly and rocking their bodies together in an ever more frantic rhythm.

And Evan would not be silent, not at all. The entire castle would know what Ben was doing to him. What they were doing to each other.

When Evan grew delirious and his strokes ragged, Ben would turn him onto his belly. He’d peel back the covers, neither of them feeling the cold, then retrieve the lube and condoms. Finally he’d kiss his way down Evan’s back, quickly, no longer teasing, until his mouth reached its destination.

Evan would writhe under him as Ben explored him first with tongue, then fingers—more deeply now, slicked by the lube. But when Ben brought the head of his cock between those luscious cheeks, Evan would go still.

“Yes,” he’d whisper, and then?—

Ben froze. Was there someone outside his door?

He tried to hold his breath, but with him so close to orgasm, his lungs protested. He rolled onto his side, pursing his lips to slow his breathing without passing out.

No shadow appeared beneath his door, so perhaps whoever it was had already passed by. He hoped he’d not been making too much noise. It was hard to tell over the pounding of his pulse in his ears.

There it was again—the sound of shifting fabric, someone moving without walking. Were they just standing there? Why? Perhaps it was one of the staff, who’d happened to stop at that spot to…check their phone or something.

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